displacement, replacement.
i’m not trying to moralize or make haste to draw false origins - we always start in the middle:
i’m just trying to draw your attention to something:
displacement, replacement.
you make dinner with someone you care about, you talk over dinner and
this conversation is not monetized - the gaps are existential, not commercial
displacement, replacement.
you comment on a Facebook wall, saying to your friend that you love the way they cooked
those sun dried tomatoes last night, mmmmm, so delicious!. this conversation, on the other hand, will be monetized, the canyon, commercial - the bridge: Facebook, of course.
displacement, replacement.
oh, lovely automobile - you get me everywhere so quickly and
it’s super nice to just hop in the car and go wherever I need to with such ease:
on top of that, it fucking sucks to carry groceries home on the bus or on my back without one.
displacement, replacement.
i’ve been spending so much time in my car, sitting, commuting, just driving around:
i need to find a way to get active once again: I think the gym will do.
displacement, replacement.
go ahead, move wherever you need to for whatever you need to move for,
but make sure to grip your phone oh so tight, because someone might need you - anxiety, phantom ring - in fact everyone apparently needs you - so they’re shouting into fake-sun blue:
never leave it behind, ever: make sure you pay your bill on time, or else you’ll be unreachable
or, possibly worse, unable to reach.
displacement, replacement.
work is such a drag, i just wanna have a good time, man.
you know, unwind, smoke some weed, maybe drink a bit: TV, Netflix, or some shopping - what else would I do with the money I just made?
displacement, replacement.
i wanna disconnect, I’ve been spending too much time infected
by the variety nodes and networks that constantly encroach on my attention.
I think I need a digital detox or a technological sabbath, because I’m cellular sick.
oh look, here’s one!
displacement, replacement.
hyper-anxious and over-thought, your mind on the brink of becoming perpetual-motion-machine
you demonize all the swirling words, the chaotic syntactical clusterfuck that you bathe in every day
and open up amazon to buy the newest book on mindfulness: enjoy the aesthetic experience of scrapping last night’s pasta sauce off of a bowl, this is your life: isn’t it experientially vibrant?
displacement, replacement:
the treadmill always wins
you're having commercially-created, eyes closed conversations with yourself in the dark.
the simulacra that you see, frankenstein vitalized by tech savvy smart heads looking to find new ways to get you to pay that way they get themselves paid.
displacement, replacement:
its gaps - mind the gaps, watch the gap.
innovation is Yucca Mountain:
we’ve solved a previous problem, but now we’ve got all this pesky nuclear waste:
we’ve stopped being physically engaged with the world, planet fitness will do.
we’ve decided to hollow out a mountain - it will hold all the waste in one place, perfect:
oh wait, it’s built on a fucking fault line.